In the Light

[_ghosty_girl_]

Between the worlds and in a world of white light, Greta Hayes wanders. The thin robe she was wearing has been replaced with an outfit she last saw stuffed in a box beneath her bed. The brown jacket and white pants trails behind her, comforting in its familiarity as she wanders

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[deadmanbrand]

"Heya kiddo. Long time, no see. You just passing through or ya come to wish old Boston a Happy Ritual Sacrifice With Pie?"

[_ghosty_girl_]

"What?" Years of existing as a cloud of gas and months spent along side Young Justice have made her a little more used to things like talking skeletons in gaudy costumes, but after her brother, any mention of "ritual sacrifice" is apt to make her jump a little.

"I'm not sure why I'm here," Greta tells him uncertainly, glancing around at the fog and then up the stairs toward the light. "I don't even know where 'here' is. Do you?"

[deadmanbrand]

"Hey, hey, hey. Sorry about the unfortunate phraseology. Been watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker re-runs over someone's shoulder lately, and it's making me goofy. err ... goofier ... Never mind. Man I miss pie."

He floats level to Greta to get a good look at her.

"Yeah. We've kinda met before. Waaaay back when all the kids were adults and vice versa? Anyway, this is the waiting room of the afterlife, and I got no clue why you're here. You're not supposed to be."

[_ghosty_girl_]

Greta can't help but giggle as the ghost in front of her rambles, and at the mention of missing pie actually snorts full-blown laughter. She doesn't remember him very well from her short stint as an adult, but his friendl rambling is making her a lot less scared about being lost. Then what he says next sinks in, and Greta's eyes go wide.

"I'm dead?"